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The Choice: The Stalker Mystery Set
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After secretly crushing on her best friend's brother for years, Becca is finally ready to move on. She even has a chance at a real relationship with a guy who adores her. So why can't she get Brian off her mind?
One decision can change everything.
A romance novella.
Note: This novella is also included as bonus content in I'm Not a Stalker, Book 1 of The Stalker Mystery Set!
Azioni libro
Inizia a leggereInformazioni sul libro
The Choice: The Stalker Mystery Set
Descrizione
After secretly crushing on her best friend's brother for years, Becca is finally ready to move on. She even has a chance at a real relationship with a guy who adores her. So why can't she get Brian off her mind?
One decision can change everything.
A romance novella.
Note: This novella is also included as bonus content in I'm Not a Stalker, Book 1 of The Stalker Mystery Set!
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The Choice - Crystal Crawford
THE CHOICE
a romance novella
by Crystal Crawford
©2017 Crystal Crawford. All rights reserved.
Please do not copy, reprint, or otherwise reuse any portion of this work without express permission from the author.
Contents
Contents
NOTE
Chapter 1
Becca
Chapter 2
Becca
Chapter 3
Becca
Chapter 4
Brian
Chapter 5
Becca
Chapter 6
Brian
Thank You!
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NOTE
This novella was originally included as bonus content in my e-book, I’m Not a Stalker.
If you would like to see more of these characters and their world, check out the full Stalker Mystery Set:
I’m Not a Stalker: http://books2read.com/imnotastalker
(the original love-story-mystery told through texts and emails)
The Five Suspects: http://books2read.com/thefivesuspects
(the story of what was really happening behind all those texts and emails)
AND
Let It Burn: The Story of Megs
(the history of Megs and Anissa’s friendship from Megs’ point-of-view;
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Thank you for reading!
Crystal Crawford
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THE CHOICE
Chapter 1
Becca
Becca dumped the contents of her backpack out on her bed. How did I get so much trash in here? she wondered. Little scraps of paper and empty gum wrappers mixed with her books and notebooks and pens. Becca sighed. She wasn't in the mood for cleaning. If she hadn't needed her backpack to carry clothes, she would have just left the trash in there. She considered leaving the mess on her bed for later, but she knew she’d regret that when she got back from her trip. The last thing she’d want to do after a girls ' weekend with her best friend was go through a pile of trash so she could have a bed to sleep in. She stared at the mess for a moment, then sighed again and began gathering up the bits of trash.
Oh well, she thought. At least I’ve grown past losing field trip permission forms. Becca had a habit of letting her backpack get messy. She had stayed behind from a field trip more than once because the permission slip was still crumpled in the bottom of her bag, unsigned, usually with slivers of broken crayons mashed into it. She had gotten a lot more responsible since then, but not much neater. She liked to think it was because she had a free-spirited, artistic mind, which was great for being fun and creative but not the best at staying organized. At least there’s no food in here this time, she thought. Once she’d lost a turkey sandwich in her backpack until it oozed rotten liquid all over her school supplies, and her mom had made her clean everything herself. It was not one of her fondest memories.
Becca looked at the mess on her bed and groaned. This was going too slowly. She walked across her room to retrieve a small trash can, then moved back to the bed and began shoving fistfuls of trash and unnecessary papers into the bin. Then she gathered up the books and notebooks from her classes and stacked them on the edge of her desk. She would not need them this weekend. This weekend was for fun. She glanced across her bed, picking up the few stray ink pens still left there and setting them on her desk. She brushed off her bed and smoothed the comforter out. There, she thought. Now for the important things. She walked to her closet and slid open the doors. It was time to choose her outfits.
Picking out clothes was Becca’s favorite part of getting ready for a trip, usually. But this time she wasn’t sure what to pack. Becca had been away at college for a few weeks in a big city about 100 miles from her home town. She had only been home once since college began – she had driven up a week before her classes started to get settled in, but immediately missed home and ended up driving back on her first free day to see her mom and surprise her best friend with a visit. But once classes really got going, Becca got busier. Time flew past, she made new friends and began spending time with classmates, and her texts to her family and friends became less frequent as she juggled everything. Now she felt disconnected from her hometown and sorely in need of a reset. Plus, Becca’s best friend had been asking for a girls' night for weeks. So when Becca’s only Monday class got cancelled, Becca jumped at the chance to take a go home for a long weekend. It was Thursday afternoon, and she had just finished her last class for the day, which meant she had the whole glorious weekend ahead of her. She would stop at home tonight to see her mom, and then spend Friday, Saturday, and Sunday in her best friend’s dorm at the local university before driving back on Monday to do her homework for the following week. Becca knew her friend probably had lots of things planned for their weekend, but she had no clue what they were. And that was the problem. How can you pick out outfits when you don’t know what you’ll be doing? She would have to text her friend and ask.
Hey, Niss! I’m so excited about our girls’ weekend. What are the plans? I need to know whether to pack sweatpants or high heels. Love ya!
Anissa generally responded to Becca’s messages quickly, but she might be in class or something, so Becca wasn’t sure how long she might have to wait.
Almost immediately, the phone dinged with a message. Becca picked it up. But it wasn’t Anissa. It was Doug. Hey Becca. I miss you. Why aren’t you returning my calls?
Becca sighed and closed the message. She felt bad for ignoring Doug, but she was in a bit of a bind with their situation. She and Doug had been casually dating for several weeks now, just hanging out, but a couple days ago, Doug had tried to take things to the next level. He had leaned over their cups of coffee on the table, told her he was falling for her, and kissed her.
It had been a nice kiss. Becca hadn’t pulled away. But she hadn’t leaned in, either. She just sat there, paralyzed, unsure how she felt about what was happening. After the kiss, she made small talk for a few
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